I feel weird lately. Usually when there’s something stressful coming up, like a presentation or a test or a due date of some sort, I wait out the days and keep in mind that it will all be over soon. But lately, there’s so much to do, accumulating atop me, suffocating me, that I no longer have room to breathe. Nor room to even think about what I’m about to do, and only room to do it. So I find myself going hollow and robotic, the exact thing I fear to become. The average american. Now I don’t make sense. But neither does anything else. The light at the end of the tunnel is dim and flickering, and I am losing strength—
